Shelter from the Storm

Today I went to visit Kevin at the cemetary once again. I am not sure what has been drawing me back there day after day the past week, but I feel a relentless pull. I brought a nice fresh flower bouquet and stared for half a minute before I registered where I was. I can't help but think how strange it continues to be that Kevin is gone. I guess my mind just doesn't want to wrap around the fact that Kevin is really gone from this earth. Bob Dylan's words have been running over and over in my head, helping me to believe that somewhere there is relief from this pain and sadness.

SHELTER FROM THE STORM (BOB DYLAN):

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocoldile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."